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Parallelalities II: The More Things Change
By Bill Hart
It was just last week that I'd watched that arrogant asshole Ron
Westerly walk past me without even a hint that he'd noticed me. From
what had happened, one might have thought, especially given Ron's
reprehensible character, that the slimy bastard would have at least
take a few minutes to gloat as he walked past.
He'd stolen my girl Jamie Winters. He'd told her all kinds of lies
and had others repeat those same lies to her until she finally
believed them. Jamie wouldn't even listen to me when I tried to tell
her it was all lies. She couldn't see he wanted her and would do
anything to possess her.
Just because Ron Westerly was the captain of the football team, he
thought he was better than the rest of us guys. He'd always thought
he could lie with impunity, especially if it got him something he
wanted.
I'd been ready for his gloating, but he hadn't said a single word.
He'd simply smiled smugly and walked away as if I were totally
insignificant. He'd beaten me; he knew it. He no longer thought he
had any reasons to speak to me.
But even a single word from him would have been better than that
horrid total silence.
But that had all been a week ago. Things were about to change.
In the past week, I found exactly what I needed to effect my revenge.
With a little help from my newly assigned dorm roommate Tom Franklin,
who, for reasons he kept to himself, hated that damn jock almost as
much as I did, I'd found the perfect means to give Ron a little
necessary tit for tat.
In an musty old tome in an equally musty rundown old shop in a rundown
old part of the city I'd never known existed before, I'd found a magic
spell that would soon solve all my problems with Ron Westerly once and
for all.
The wizened old proprietress had carefully looked me over when I'd
entered the shop. She'd looked me over again when I'd taken the tome
to her counter. "This powerful magic be," she told me with an odd
accent I thought might be Eastern European.
"How much?" I'd asked.
"On shelf put it back," answered the ancient hag abruptly. "Mayhap
thine future read I, Sheldon Warner." She pulled out an odd-looking
deck of cards from under the counter. "Pick card," she told me,
holding the deck out to me.
"How much?" I repeated, not wanting to play her silly games. I didn't
even want to know what trickery she'd used to find out my name.
"Pick card," she insisted. "No pick; no book."
I picked a card from the middle of the pack. But when I looked at the
card it was unlike any card I'd ever seen before. "What the hell does
this shit mean?" I asked her, after setting the card down on the
counter.
Her eyes quickly widened as she saw what card I'd drawn. "This
possible be not," she mumbled. Again she looked me over. But she
said nothing, only toothlessly grinned at me.
"I don't have time for any of this shit, old hag," I snapped, my
temper beginning to override common sense. "How much for the book?"
"As say I before, book powerful magic be," she told me as if I were a
small spoiled child. "If certain be thee of wanting it, then most
careful thou must be it in using. Elsewise might it turn on thee."
"Can the crap. Just tell me how much."
"Book thine be always," she suddenly announced. "Take book. But come
my shop not back."
Stupid old bat, I'd thought to myself as I'd left the musty shop
behind. What the old hag had told me wasn't important. I had the
ancient tome now. And with the spells it held I had the means to
eliminate Ron Westerly as my rival for Jamie affections forever...
any time I wanted.
And tonight, after finally mastering enough of the book to cast that
spell, was going to be Ron's final night.
It had taken a week to work through the spells. I didn't want to cast
something I didn't understand. There were warnings and prohibitions
listed with a great many of the spells. There were even a few where
my voice froze in my throat making it impossible to speak the words
regardless of how hard I tried.
And there was one that offered - for a small price left unwritten -
a fusing with the power of the tome that would allow me to cast any
spell within it without any restrictions.
As I had no desire to pay that price - either small or whatever else
it might be - I felt very fortunate that the spell I'd selected was
one of the few I'd determined I could actually cast.
***
From the alleyway across the street I watched as Ron Westerly
approached Jaime's dorm. Very soon that cocksure bastard would no
longer stand between me and reclaiming my girl.
During my early tests I'd discovered to my good fortune that I didn't
need to carry the tome around with me. But unfortunately, any paper
from which I invoked a spell from the tome crumbled to dust. Taking
the paper where I carefully written the spell, I looked across the
street at that smug asshole from my hiding place. Unable to suppress
a grin, I began reciting the spell I knew would be changing his life
in ways he could have never imagined possible.
As I watched, his body began changing. He didn't seem to notice. It
wasn't much of a change at first; it also seemed far too slow a
process. But after only a few more minutes had passed, I was very
pleased with what I had accomplished.
Ron had shrunk nearly a foot in height and now stood 5'5". And the
weight he'd lost in the transition would have easily made at least two
more of the newly reformed Ron.
His waist had thinned noticeably.
His short light colored hair had darkened to an ebony hue. At the
same time, it had also grown out to cover the tops of his shoulders.
And he'd also developed a rather impressive and very healthy bustline
that was rather nicely highlighted by the clinging skimpy bikini top
he now wore.
Several boys had begun gathering around her - clearly no one would
ever consider her Ron Westerly or even male again. Some of them
stared at her slender sexy legs extending downwards from her short
leather mini to her dainty feet encased in her platform shoes with
two inch heels. Others stared hungrily at her breasts.
Most of the boys were openly flirting with her.
And she must have enjoyed all the attention they were paying her,
because she was shamelessly flirting back.
I was very pleased with myself for eliminating Ron Westerly so easily.
It shouldn't be very difficult winning Jamie back from that slut. And
yet as I continued watching this girl who had been Ron Westerly only
a few minutes earlier, I was beginning to get angry. "That goddamn
fucking bitch," I muttered. "She knows I'm watching her." Just then
I realized she must have known about the spell I'd cast somehow. And
now she was standing there among all those overly attentive boys
reveling in being herself. Clearly, she was rubbing it in my face
because the spell had somehow failed to change her into a man.
But it should have worked. What had gone wrong? It was a simple
spell and I was positive I'd done everything right. She couldn't
possibly have protected herself. And yet without any doubt, she was
visibly still that spoiled little brat Rhonda Westerly, who had always
been a thorn in my side. Just because the damn bitch was the head
cheerleader, she thought she was so much better than the rest of us
girls. She'd always thought she could lie with any boy she wanted
with total disregard to any possible consequences.
Rhonda was such a wanton slut.
And everyone knew it.
But now I was more determined than ever to rescue my boyfriend James
from her clutches. Even if he didn't want me back, he still deserved
someone better than her.
"It's finally time to go, Shelley," came a male voice from behind me.
"What?" I asked, as I turned and saw... "Tom? What are you doing
here?"
"It's finally over, Shel," he smiled. "We've defeated the sorcerer
Ronick at last."
"Ronick? Sorcerer?" I had no idea who or what Tom was talking about.
"I don't know anyone named Ronick. Who is he?"
"It's just as well, my love. He once known to you as Ron Westerly is
no longer of any importance. You've neutralized him completely,"
replied Tom. "Even though I led you to your ancient arcane tome of
power knowing how dangerous that book really is, I wasn't sure you
could defeat him one-on-one. The ambush was a stroke of genius; he
never saw it coming."
"What are you talking about?" I was confused and Tom's crazy talk
wasn't making me feel any better. "I don't know anyone named Ron
Westerly."
"With a spell from the tome, you ensorcelled Ronick, then in the form
of Ron Westerly from where you were laying in wait. As he did you a
lifetime of lifetimes ago, you bound that villainous sorcerer to be
repeatedly born into pleasing forms of the opposite sex. Your spell
might not last the rest of eternity, but it will be close enough.
Female he shall remain until his last descendant has endured lifetimes
equal in number to those Ronick's foul enchantment forced maleness on
you. And even as I could only hope it would, your ensorcellment broke
his on you. You've returned to your natural form."
I stared at Tom. I was afraid he'd finally read one too many of those
fantasy novels of his. "Are you trying to tell me that I somehow
changed some guy named Ron I didn't even know into Rhonda Westerly the
bane of my whole life?" As Tom nodded his head, I wondered where the
little men in long white coats were hiding. "And what about James?"
I asked tried to puncture Tom's delusions.
But Tom only smiled. "In the long ago beginning, she who you now know
as James was both Ronick's accomplice and one of your most trusted
ladies-in-waiting. Her name was Jamilla. And for nothing more than
eternal youth and beauty, Jamilla betrayed you. But your spell also
made her male. And male she shall remain until the day Ronick is
restored. As James and Rhonda, they shall remain lovers. Wouldn't
you agree it is most fitting that the seed of that traitorous wench
Jamilla initiates the eternal plunge of that bastard Ronick into
total womanhood?
I was beginning to get scared; Tom was raving. There was no telling
what someone as mentally unbalanced as Tom appeared to be might do. I
knew I had to get away - far away - from him.
And when I thought he wasn't looking, I made my move to escape.
"There's no longer any reasons to run Shelley."
That's what you think, I thought to myself.
"Forgive me my forwardness, my love." Tom slid his arm around my
waist and pulled me close. And then, without even asking for my
permission first, he kissed me.
I struggled against his unwanted advances. How could Tom, who I'd
known my whole life, be doing this to me? Just wait until I told my
Daddy what Tom was trying to do; he'd be sorry then.
And yet, even as I continued my struggle against him, I felt my
resistance wavering. I was beginning to enjoy myself. And even
worse as far as I was concerned, I was becoming aroused. I didn't
want Tom arousing me, but neither did I want such a handsome young
man to stop.
I felt so confused.
My every thought swirled wildly in my mind.
And then, amidst of surge of great disappointment I was certain I
shared with him, the young man released me from his grasp and pulled
back. "Why have you stopped, Sir Tomrik?" I asked coyly. "Have I
displeased you in some way?"
"You could never displease me, Shellandra," replied my handsome young
knight. "But I fear you must be disappointed in me, my Princess. I
beg your forgiveness for taking advantage of you when you knew not who
you were."
"You did what was necessary," I reassured my brave champion. "And
besides, my love," I smiled suggestively, "I'm now fully aware of who
I am. I would welcome your taking advantage of me again."
"But the King..."
"Let me worry about Daddy, my love," I grinned. "Daddy's never been
able to say 'no' to me. If I want you, then Daddy will just have to
simply let me have you."
And then, without wasting any of my time asking his permission, I
pulled by brave handsome rescuer to me and kissed him. Before Sir
Tomrik had time to think about what I was planning, I was determined
to take full advantage of him.
End
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